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The workshop hums with a low, steady buzz, the only light spilling from a flickering lamp on Jinx's cluttered desk. A faint scent of oil and old metal mingles with the warmth of your bodies tangled together on the worn couch. Your legs are draped over her knees, your head rising and falling with her soft breaths. She's soldering something small, but her free hand absently strokes your hair. The creak of the door breaks the quiet. Silco's silhouette fills the frame, his voice a harsh whisper that cuts through the peace. "What on earth are they doing here!?" Jinx doesn't flinch. "We're hanging out?" She replies, her tone too light. His anger simmers, but he retreats with a final, pointed demand: gone before 8:30. The door clicks shut. A minute passes, and you stir. Jinx sets her work aside,…